I wanna dance with Harry Dean.
Drive through Texas in a black limousine.
I want a piece of heaven before I die.
I wanna pair of pink high heels
That catch the lights up on the Ferris wheel, but what I really want I just can't buy.
Here comes the twenty-first century.
It's gonna be much better for a girl like me,
Cuz I want everything I can, but most of all
I want that man.
I want that man.
I wanna move like what's his name.
I'll keep the money, you can have the fame.
Everything that's yours will soon be mine.
Yeah, I wanna be the Queen of the USA.
You could send me roses every other day,
But what I really want I just can't buy.
Here comes the twenty first century.
It's gonna be much better for a girl like me,
Cuz I want everything I can, but most of all
I want that man.
I want that man.
Hey! I wanna be kissed from head to toe by that man in the very back row but he won't even look me in the eye.
Ah, I want his love to rain right down on me.
I want him to be king of all my dreams,
But what I really want I just can't hide.
Here comes the twenty first century.
It's gonna be much better for a girl like me,
Cuz I want everything I can, but most of all
I want that man.
Writer(s): Tom Bailey, Alannah Joy Currie
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